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Monthly Archives: June 2012
Sestina for a Powder, poetry by Joshua Michael Stewart
She’s listening to the clock—the heartbeat that mocks the blood that pumps inside this house. She clicks her tongue in time with the sound that knocks against walls, and mimics heel-to-toe boots on redwood floors. There’re knickknacks to dust and soapy dishes … Continue reading
Pyote, fiction by Shannon Hardwick
Imagine I am a body on the side of the road, maybe a girl in a skirt and a shirt that’s torn, or a boy with a briefcase and muddy boots. Imagine I am you. You’ve taken too long to … Continue reading
Loveville, fiction by Timothy Gager
Loveville is a free-wheeling town you enter without a seatbelt at 100 miles per hour down the Main Street; going so fast, a clock can’t tick. When you spin off the road you are thrown onto the grass near a … Continue reading
Benediction, novel excerpt from Charles Dodd White
Chapter 1 Lavada rose to the iron dark and stepped barefoot across the cabin floor, pausing and placing her hand to the door to test the wind's new ache. To know it as her own. Touch told her she would need … Continue reading
Opening Day, fiction by Nathan Graziano
The forecast is calling for rain on Opening Day—not showers, but a holy-shit-the-sky-is-pissing April downpour. He packs his books into the boxes he picked up at the liquor store while his wife stands in the doorway to their bedroom, her … Continue reading
Puercos Gordos, fiction by Michael Gills
She was a year younger than me and semifamous. I’d seen her all through high school, and then on the hood of a white Corvette as Miss Lonoke in the Soy Parade, a distinction that sent her to the Miss … Continue reading
I Need Help (CANCELLED AFTER SO MUCH SUPPORT!) THANK YOU!
Financial help, that is. My printer is sucking up print cartridges like meth. Because of various reasons, all unavoidable, I don't have enough money to buy printer cartridges to finish Dennis's chapbook. I need just a few bucks, maybe $25. … Continue reading
Goodnight, Gramaw, by Misty Skaggs
Every night, at two a.m., I kneel at the altar of her rust-brown recliner. After the credits roll on past The Big Valley, and Miss Barbara Stanwyck has her last, hearty laugh, I fill a plastic pan packed home from the hospital … Continue reading
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